Rose rolled her eyes. "Well, they aren't coming for high tea, we can be positive of that. I know you're an eternal optimist," she emphasized the word eternal, and I snorted, "but it's probably time to face the reality that they're not coming for anything good."

"I don't like this," Charlie said, standing up and rounding the coffee table where Edward was still sitting. He paced in front of the TV, which was now a soothing blue screen. "You should all be concerned with fleeing, not thinking you can take on a giant."

"I'm not spending my eternity on the run," Emmett protested. "If these scum want a fight, we'll give it to them."